Requirements

[Intro]
Girl, I'm so sick of these niggas comin' in my DM (Cee, bitch)
Bitch, look at me and look at you
Now, you know we can't be together

[Verse 1]
I'm so sick of these niggas keep writing me in my DM (Girl)
Liking all of my pictures and tryna get me to see 'em (Yup)
Knowing they got a girl or probably stay with they BM
I'm screenshotting you niggas and sending it to the GM
It's a shame what these niggas tryna do for the cat
He got a family at the house, but he ain't worryin' 'bout that
He in my DM on the 'Gram tryna see where I'm at
I told him my requirements and he ain't never hit back
Like do you got your own car? Do you got your own house?
Do you got a Cash App? Do you got a bank account?
Do you got a baby mama? Do you got a girlfriend?
Nowadays, you gotta ask 'em if they got a boyfriend
Have you ever been to jail? Did you ever do a joce?
Was you solid or you crack? Are you in some paperwork?
Look, I am not a weak bitch, if you tryna eat this
Here's my requirements, tell me do you meet this?
I wanna know if you a killer or a bitch (Yup)
I wanna know if you be ridin' with a stick (Hmm)
I wanna know if you a boss or you a runner (What?)
I wanna know if you be creepin' undercover (Uh)
I wanna know if you be in and out the clinic (Yup)
I'm in your business, let me see your last subscription (Let me see)
I got a question and I really wanna know
Is you living by yourself or you depending on a ho, huh?
I got a question I been tweakin' to ask
I saw your partner posting money, y'all be sharing the bag, huh?
You niggas cappin', I ain't fallin' for that
I told him my requirements and he ain't never hit back
Now let me put you niggas on game
When y'all be flexin', showin' money, that be so lame
If you ain't tryna spend it on me, then don't show it to me (Yup)
Think it's 'bout to be that easy, boy, you on somethin'
You must ain't know that I'm a savage and I'm out the B
And I ain't buyin' all that shit you tryna sell to me
He say he tryna be my nigga, well, we finna see
Before you do it, some requirements you gotta meet (Yup)
Now let me see, yeah
I need a nigga that be really gettin' cake, yeah
I need a nigga who gon' put me in my place, yeah
I need a nigga nine inches or better
Who gon' fuck me like a dog, be applyin' that pressure, yeah

[Break]
Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me like a dog
F-f-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me like a-like a dog
F-f-fuck me, f-f-fuck me, f-f-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
F-f-fuck me like a dog, be applyin' that pressure, yeah

[Verse 2]
I need a nigga who gon' take me on a date (Yup)
At Ruth's Chris and spend a hundred on a steak, yeah
I need a nigga who ain't livin' with his mama (Mama)
I need a nigga with no baby mama drama (Drama)
I need a nigga who can blow my back in
Pull my frontal out my head and pay to put it back in
I need a nigga who ain't worried 'bout his partners (Nope)
I need a nigga who can fuck me for an hour
Now tell me, nigga, is you fuckin' with that?
I told him my requirements and he ain't never hit back
Fuck these niggas, I don't trust these niggas
Cut 'em off when I'm done, I don't cuff these niggas
Tryna see me out in public, I'ma duck these niggas
I don't care who he is, I so-what these niggas
Creepin' with his ex, I'ma bust these niggas
Fuckin' 'round with everything, I wouldn't touch these niggas (At all)
These niggas cappin', I ain't fallin' for that
I told him my requirements and he ain't never hit back

[Outro]
Yup
(Yeah, right there, Mykel)